Prompt Post - Part Seven [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Several (or was it more than that?) songs later, accuracy beginning to suffer on all counts, Artemis throws her arms up. “I surrender.” She steps off the mat and flops face-first onto the cushions M’gann brought from the living room.
Robin smiles. “Just you now, Wally.”
Wally swallows, trying not to focus too much on that drop of sweat currently dripping down Robin’s forehead and to his chin and why did Artie have to go and leave him to fend for himself -
Focus. You will not be defeated.
Wally nods to himself, his hands going for his shirt. He can’t help but be satisfied when he catches the way Robin’s eyes go wide in surprise (and did he just lick his lips?) that Wally is continuing without a shirt.
Good. Now Robin gets retribution for exposing them all to his naked backside (well, cape-less, but it’s essentially the same thing even if Wally wouldn’t mind -).
Robin picks the next song and Wally could seriously die because it’s “Moment 40” and the amount jumping required in that song is ridiculous and he’s not sure how much longer he can go. But he stands up straight and takes the steps as they come.
It doesn’t mean he’s going to be particularly accurate, though, and he hears Robin laugh from next to him. “C’mon, KF,” he insists, still moving as if there’s nothing more natural in the world than a DDR marathon. “Keep up, would you?”
Wally splutters and falters, and it’s enough. “I’m done!” he exclaims, falling down next to Artemis.
It’s only then that he realizes that their other teammates have left them.
“What time is it?” he asks, sitting up for just a moment.
“About two in the morning or so,” Robin answers, going to shut the system down.
Wally flops back down with a groan.
“I told you guys that you couldn’t handle this.”
Wally grunts, refusing to concede defeat.
“Admit it, Wally. I’m DDR champ.”
“Can’t make me.”
If Wally could see past Robin’s mask, he’d be willing to bet that a familiar, mischievous light just came into his friend’s eyes.
“Is Artemis asleep?”
“Yeah, I think so, why-“
And suddenly Robin tackles him, hands going to his bare belly and tickling him mercilessly. “Admit your defeat!”
“Never!” he gets out, trying and failing to abstain from hysterical laughter.
“I won’t stop!”
Wally would attempt a witty response, but he’s so devoid of air, with his already sore limbs made weaker by the laughing. Making an intelligible response really wasn’t all that possible.
And then they realize Artemis has awoken, watching them with a knowing smile and hooded eyes.
“What?” they ask, Robin pausing in his torture long enough for Wally to speak.
“Oh, nothing,” she says, sitting up. “Just two hormonal teenage boys on top of each other. Both of them are sweaty, one is shirtless and the other is in tight spandex. Nope, don’t see anything out of the ordinary here.”
They blink at her, then at each other. In that short span of time, they come to an unspoken agreement.
Even if she’d known, Artemis couldn’t have prepared for the onslaught that came.
[going to sleep now.]
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Such a nice team-bonding fic~! And I love how both Wally and Artie got a bit more antsy while watching Robin sweat and being capeless. Haha!! I totally can see Robin being the flashy one while playing DDR.
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but oh my god ROBIN IT SHOULD BE A CRIME TO HIDE DAT ASS BEHIND A CAPE.
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